Ticket

Why don't you just go home

Back to your sand dune

Here we speak our own tongue

Dark sheets white night on

Well he stares at you

Coming down the street

Dark shades off

He don't care where you come from

He's looking for you

He's just your type

He's looking for you

Just your type

Why can't you just come

Back to Hollywood

Dark sheets white night on

Burn this nation

Blow it up and try it again

Here he comes real slow

Takes out his notebook

Takes out his long ballpoint pen

Crosses his T's, dots his I's

Tries to hide

Tries to hide

Tries to hide

Tries to hide

Why can't you just go

Back to your sand dune

Here we speak red tongue

Well the dark sheets white night on